You
are a sight to see, a vision of tranquillity, and like the light of life, you
shine to supplement my strife, as your warmth is comforting, and your embrace
is nurturing, and as I grow with your nutritional sense, I blossom in your reciprocations
of expressive supplications, with dedications in context with your morality, a
vanity of sanity that is complementary to visions of ‘we’, and together we can
bloom, as in a bride and groom, if you prove to be, the one for me!
I
long to caress your text of philosophies, and will heed your need to feed this
creed with a seed to plant, a foundation to build upon, to fill our hearts with
empathy, of suffering philanthropy, as I am learned and understand the barren
hand that feeds your land, and as bushes burn under the heat, we will passion
our thoughts with ought’s, and ignite a fight to this plight, as a concrete
jungle sprouts with bouts of suppression, with a crop forgot, and as populaces
thirst and hunger, the thunder that will blow from the sky, is a godly cry and
sigh as to why flourish being impoverished - a capitalistic and tyrant disgrace
in the face of humanity!
I
hope you like this poem, it expresses that if I make my fortune, I will be
charitable and aid the just cause of trying to alleviate some suffering in your
environment. I am a humble and modest person, and am not greedy, and think of
the needy, and although it’s nice to live comfortably, appropriately, it’s also
nice to think of others, as we are ‘all’ Sisters and Brothers, and those that
deserve a helping hand should prosper in your land to think of others too!
As
a utopian I believe in sharing, and caring, and hugging and loving, and being a
nice person, as it’s nice to be nice! I love liking you, and you seem surreal,
as I’ve been searching for a lady with values such as you have, and I’d like to
care for you, and comfort you, and share my LOVE with you, as you are a
delight, and deliciously presented, as in you are so attractive, pretty, and
beautiful, and I long and lust to be in your arms, an embrace I’d treasure!
Do
not wither my rose, flourish with I comforting warmth, and bloom in your
essence, which I love! Take wonderful and gentle care. Love my love, Andrew.
Bye.
©
Andrew Stevenson 28/1/14
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
WOW Andrew this was wonderful to read. When I first started writing poetry I was known as English Rose. Thanks for a fine post.
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Thank you Yvonne. I like the name rose, and my brother-in-law's new baby daughter is called 'Rosie'. Glad you liked and enjoyed it. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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